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Published by paolosmythe: 12:59 AM
Updated On: 4/4/2008 at 3:00 AM
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Wednesday, September 19, 2007
the truth will set you free
it is not surprising that emotions get all riled when discussing 9-11; it is an incident of tremendous shock and precedence, which to question the details of, is outright blasphemy!
it is why it is so adamantly 'celebrated publicly'; it is an emotional trojan horse, to smash thru rational thought in order to dwell on emotional reactionary 'patriotism'.
Goebbels would have been proud!
So did i ever tell you about the time i received road safety schooling from Darth Vader?
i will leave you to guess which one is me.
(clue i ain't the tallest one there)
My left knee aches and coz my Fargos were fritz'd, my ancient Malamoots have given me blisters!
Whodafunk, there'd be so much soft off piste fun to be had, with both powdery mornings and slushy arvos!!!? tis all good to be a big boarder!
I am so chuffed to have seen the ground from almost 10 meters up in the air
(thanx to the Grand Montets hip jump; no point doing a sighting lap on a floppy Rome board, only to then hit it with a Nitro rocket, the next day, in flat light, with their having added a new lip to the jump, if safety or moderation is of importance)
But to have finally ridden that 3 meter wide couloir in La Flagere was a highlight for me.... and several years coming.
Good, good times. Glad to be at work now tho! I need the relaxation!
Wednesday, February 28, 2007
for you out there fortunate enuff to be one of my sb.com pals, and thus pestered by announcements of new stuff on my prof, here is something neither inane nor tedious (for once)...
in the name of progressing the sideways slide we all love so much, by maintaining competition amoungst the elite, but ignoring the stale comp formats we all know, by exploiting this computer technological age in which we live......
Swatch and O'neill have conspired to present:
it looks kewl IMO
Tuesday, February 13, 2007
it was astounding to me, that someone recently, should actually suggest that not only was Evil Dead 3 - Army of Darkness a good movie, but that it was actually better than Evil Dead 2 (effectively a simple remake of the first incarnation, but without the lumber rape!)
the stupefaction caused by this mind numbing audacity may well have left me so discombobulated, that my retort may have lacked the necessary impetus to confound this utterance of insanity once and for all!
clearly, this amasement persists in my mind today. but of course i am not alone. a very cursory search for interweb reviews of this latest episode of an otherwise laudable trilogy, made it easy to find many, that were in accordance with my stance on the subject.
for eg.
"It's hard not to feel there's something wrong when Army of Darkness, the third entry in Sam Raimi's lively Evil Dead series, opens with a 15 certificate. And indeed, this is not quite the non-stop rollercoaster of splat we're entitled to expect.
Though it starts zippily, with Campbell's grimly funny clod of a hero commanding the screen, a sort of monotony sets in as magical events pile up. Ash is attacked by Lilliputian versions of himself, one of whom incubates in his stomach and grows out of his shoulder to be his evil twin. After being dismembered and buried, Evil Ash rises from the dead to command a zombie army and at least half the film is a big battle scene in which rotted warriors (nine mouldy extras in masks for every one Harryhausen-style impressive animated skeleton) besiege a cardboard castle. There are lots of action jokes, MAD Magazine-like marginal doodles and a few funny lines, but it lacks the authentic scares of The Evil Dead and the authentic sick comedy of Evil Dead II.
i remain justified in POV! the loony who suggested otherwise, shall remain anonymous but for his ill-chosen avatar!
Wednesday, January 24, 2007
so here we are.... the waiting that first began back in September last year is almost over. By tomorrow's end, i will be in the Canadian mountains again.
Kinda funny, but despite my travels to Whistler, Fernie and several Frenchie places, i haven't enjoyed a powder day since Cervinia about 3 years ago.
What is even weirder is that winter has finally arrived in the UK with a distinct chill in the air this week and snow all over the place this morning!!! It is as if either my anticipation of BW champagne powder is to be diluted, or perhaps it is just a tangible teaser of good times to come.
Either way, a break from trolling around on here, in exchange for sliding around out there is most welcome.
And of course i remain hopeful that those of you who are my 'online pals' enuff to read this drivel, might just scrape together enuff loonies / bucks to come say hello, compare accents and even knock the froth off a couple.
If you find yourself in the area, go to The Inn in BW and ask for Paolo. You would make a limey even happier!!
Until Feb 12th.......
may all your turns be fizzing!
Wednesday, January 17, 2007
i am so ball achingly bored.
surely there is something i could be doing with my existence, other than searching for ski tip insurance and wishing my life away until Jan 25th arrives?
trouble with me is, i'm too bloody good at my job. my in tray has more dust in it than anything else.
still.... i shouldn't complain i spose; at least i wasn't born to be a miner or call center monkey!
oh well, in seven and a half days time, i will be out of here like spit thru a trumpet!
i better have snowed!!!!
.... and i am doing my best not to swallow my own tongue due to all of the anticipation!
i was just thinking, (time zones and day light savings allowing - pay attention Anthony) there might be an opportunity for some of us dedicated sb.com'ers to meet up and share the joys of slide during this trip.
and so, to ensure that such liaisons are more likely to successfully arise, would it be an idea for all would-be attendees to reply to this little post, by stating when they expect to arrive and leave, where they would hope to actually meet (on what day, at what time, at the base of what lift, etc) and perhaps even post a foto of their current likeness?
i am always late, but my missus is never.... and so no matter where we arrange to shake hands for the first time, we will prolly already be there, busy messing about in the snow.
please repond with mugshots and details as appropriate and we might look forward to us all laughing as i stack it!
tick tock.......
Wednesday, January 10, 2007
It's my birthday.
What do i want to receive?
Snow.
And so, all i can do is wish the next 14 days of my life away, coz then all i will have to do is endure a 9 hour PSP distracted flight to Edmonton.... and agonising 3 hour wait until i fly to Kelowna and then after a brief bus ride.....
16 days of what i am promised will be champagne pow wow! Not being an uber drinker anymore (my liver is after all, 34 years old today!) that is the kind of champagne i prefer to celebrate with!
WOOOOOO HOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!! finally my season begins.....
tick tock tick tock tick tock
Wednesday, December 06, 2006
so here i am, in grey old london town.... 
watching the wevva radar, promising 50cm of snow this thursday in cervinia.....
making me think of finally sorting out something for over chrimbo. 
i figure i had better gets me new booties!
having tied hockey skate laces for most of my child hood, until my hands bled.....
i figured a Boa system would do. 
cue dribbles over Vans Fargo Focus. 
apparently, we limies get brucey bargains over in seppolandia right now coz of quid to buck exchange rates and so i go on line and find a store that does the boots for $220!
'kin A!!!!!! they are £200 over here = $393!!!!!! 
i could've gone into town to suss my required foot size for these beauties over the weekend...but you know.... it was wet and windy and it had been a long, tiring week, educating war mongerers on here and all..... and so i went in my lunch today. 
cool and the gang! found the boots, checked em out close up... more dribbling. sort out the size of my hoof and try em on... oooooooh bay-beeeeee!
get back to the office dungeon, log onto the bargain store somewhere in Oregon; my size sold out. 
instant message them.... 'when will you restock......?'
answer.... '2008' 
BOLLOCKS! 
i guess i need to just find another store that has good prices (well prices under $390!!!!!)
another interesting thing tho is, my shyster gov wants tax for this that and everything! makes me wonder if i will get a bill for taking a shi*t in the morning sometimes! 
anyways, for stuff bought abroad if it costs more than £145, you pay VAT and customs tax; that adds up to about 20% 
the boots of my dreams came in at about £137 ca-ching!
now however......
BOLLOCKS! 
so i wonder... does anyone know of a good online boot retailer? my poor malamutes cannae survive another season. they need their rest. 
thank you and good night!
Thursday, November 23, 2006
you know this whole recent spate of politriks carnage was interesting in that it teased some kind of resolution.
cusano then came and did what i had honestly hoped would have occurred some time back; and pulled in the reigns a little.
i was sure that despite the flames, no lasting offence was really being caused. as loathesome as racist views (for what ever intent) might be, when they are aired in here, they stay in here. when you log out, its gone. game over, life continues.
however, i must say, that certain individuals, who suddenly gain the grapes to chastice one and all for shi*t they have never had the inclination to contribute to in the past, decide to lay down their law, to judge us without considering context and even resorting to moments of ego defensive flame themselves..... i gotta reckon, f*ck it.
it is one thing for a deluded racist to keep on doing what he has been doing for months for the sole purpose of obviously getting a rise out of the rest of us; we learn to expect it and even perversely gain some entertainment from it
but when a virtual newbie (to a particular thread) arrives and starts beating his chest, as if some kind of authoritarian mod badge affords him such luxury, i gotta reckon shi*t ain't what it used to be.
i am pissed off, coz i actually feel pissed off. and i don't come in here for that.
bollocks to it. i'm going home
Tuesday, November 07, 2006
I am 2 years and 3 days an SB.com'er!
how did i manage to get thru the working day before that?
i wonder if i have enlightened any seppo bruvva's in that time...?
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Published by paolosmythe: 3:58 AM
Updated On: 11/7/2006 at 4:02 AM
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Thursday, November 02, 2006
... the next adventure has been sussed!
I'll see any biatch that wants to spank me for my forum contributions (altho i'd prefer a slap on the back and nice chilled brew or two) in Kelowna on Jan 25th!
After that, you'll be seeing 16 days of:
WHOOOOOOOSSSSSHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!
Friday, September 22, 2006
One more hour to go before i head off to gate C14 at KLIA.
It has been a good fortnight; one of initial uncertainty; going to Borneo with little more than plane tickets can make you wonder what the hell is gonna happen.....
in the end, we met the fine people of Scuba Junkies in Semporna and enjoyed 33 dives over 11 days! Now i really do need a vacation, and thankfully with the cost being about 16 quid per dive, my Visa is safe to pay for another day!
lots of sharks and too many bloody turtles in one of, if not THE best dive site in the world, of Palau Sipadan. The trigger fish were a bit feisty tho, one of whom took a few chunks out of my fins! (until i offered up my arse for it to sink its teeth into instead; dehli belly makes for a great deterrent!)
and now having milked every last ringett out of this Plaza Premium Lounge, i embark on 13 hours of knee cramped boredom. we got bulk-head seats tho, and being awake for 28 hours now, should help ensure i snore as we zoom over India and Whatsit-stan until touching down in Heathrow.
tonight will be pizza night! damn i now hate rice and noodles; especially fried! i must confess, the first port of call on getting back to civilisation was McDicks! damn my hankering for a seasame seed bap!
ciao y'all. jet lag permitting, i'll be harrasing you politrikal types once more on Monday morning.
tropical pics to follow....
now where's that bog...? the cramps are returning!
Friday, September 08, 2006
well you poor buggers will have to get by without me for a while....
i am off to the wilds of Borneo, where i hope to take some nice fotos of Tiger Sharks and any other elasmobranchiomorphii that happen along....
assuming no Chimp in Chief blows us all up, the sharks aren't too feisty and the sting rays lie content with their recent death tolls.... i will be back well rested and ready to ruck by the end of the month.
enjoy y'all, don't drink to much and bring on the wintah!
Tuesday, September 05, 2006
NEW YORK -- A school teacher was arrested today at John F.
Kennedy International Airport as he attempted to board a flight while in possession of a ruler, a protractor, a set square, a slide rule and a calculator.
At a morning press conference, Attorney General Alberto Gonzales said he believes the man is a member of the notorious Al-gebra movement. He did not identify the man, who has been charged by the FBI with carrying weapons of math instruction.
"Al-gebra is a problem for us," Gonzales said. "They desire solutions by means and extremes, and sometimes go off on tangents in search of absolute values. They use secret code names like 'x' and 'y' and refer to themselves as 'unknowns', but we have determined they belong to a common denominator of the axis of medieval with coordinates in every country.
When asked to comment on the arrest, George W. Bush said, "If God had wanted us to have better weapons of math instruction, He would have given us more fingers and toes."
Aides told reporters they could not recall a more intelligent or profound statement by the President."
2 Minutes To Midnight (Smith & Dickinson)
Kill for gain or shoot to maim
But we don't need a reason
The Golden Goose is on the loose
And never out of season
Some blackened pride still burns inside
This shell of bloody treason
Here's my gun for a barrel of fun
For the love of living death
The blind men shout "Let the creatures out
We'll show the unbeliverers."
The napalm screams of human flames
Of a prime time Belsen feast ... yeah!
As the reasons for the carnage cut their meat and lick the gravy
We oil the jaws of the war machine and feed it with our babies.
The body bags and little rags of children torn in two
And the jellied brains of those who remain to put the finger right on you
As the madmen play on words and make us all dance to their song
To the tune of starving millions to make a better kind of gun.
The killer's breed or the Demon's seed,
The glamour, the fortune, the pain,
Go to war again, blood is freedom's stain
But don't you pray for my soul anymore.
2 minutes to midnight,
The hands that treaten doom.
2 minutes to midnight,
To kill the unborn in the womb.
The new millennium is here
The smell of napalm and fear
All this confusion and mass hysteria
Welcome all to the new frontier
This f*cking hate gets bigger and bigger
Consume ourselves in nuclear fear
And let me tell you that's the real enemy
How can you kill what you cannot see
I am Mars the God of War
You bow to me like you did before
I am Mars the God of War
You bow to me like you did before
Gas masks and AK-47's
Now you won't see the gates of heaven
Blood fire destroying weather
To blow you away, blow you away forever
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust
Chemical warfare and the bloodlust
Sign of Mars in a time to come
Mankind has finally done
I am Mars the God of War
You bow to me like you did before
I am Mars the God of War
You bow to me like you did before
Wednesday, March 22, 2006
automatons with business suits clinging black boxes,
sequestering the blueprints of daily life
contented, free of care, they rejoice in morning ritual
as they file like drone ant colonies to their office in the sky
I don't ask questions, don't promote demonstrations,
don't look for new consensus, don't stray from constitution
if I pierce the complexity I won't find salvation
just the bold and overt truth
of the evil and deception
there is an inner logic,
and we're taught to stay far from it
it is simple and elegant,
but it's cruel and antithetic
and there's no effort to reveal it
graduated mentors stroll in marbled brick porticos
in sagacious dialog they despise their average ways
displaying pomp and discipline, they mould their institution
where they practice exclusion on the masses every day
decorated warriors drill harmless kids on pavement
simulating tyranny under red alert
protecting the opulent and staging moral standard
they expect redemption of character and self-growth
(no equality, no opportunity,
no tolerance for the progressive alternative...)
Wednesday, December 07, 2005
This is a world in which we strive to find an identity but are told constantly to be tolerant and accepting of diversity. I first came to sb.com with two intentions: to piss away my time at work but also to learn of alternate perspectives. I take no pride in saying that i used to dislike anything american. be it the 'made in america' stamp on a product, even my beloved Vans shoes, or the twang of a seppo accent. I quickly found that most seppos were as much backward, redneck Bush voter as us Limies are alcoholic footy hooligans with bad teeth and bowler hats. Despite this change of perspective and despite my efforts to remain consistent and rational in my forum contribution, some choose to define me as a 'liberal' or a 'hater'. To me, this is amusing but sadly it is an effect of my asking questions regarding issues, that for too long have just been assumed to be closed for the good of the people.
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